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Curren$y

Still Coolie In The Cut

 

Still Coolie In The Cut

(album: Plan Of Attack - 2019)


[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
If you ain't talking bout a profit then ain't no need to holler
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
You ain't talking bout a profit then ain't no need to holler
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars

Have you pushing up them flowers if you playing with my dollars
I be chilling with gorillas, you be with some prima donnas
Since a younging, I was hustling, you was watching Mr. Rogers
I been plotting on that bag, want that money and the power
I just might go cop a jag, hit the mall blow twenty thousand
I be smoking on that gas, got ya bitch up in my shower
I just hit her for the free, I ain't even trade no dollars
Said she want to fuck a g, tired of laying up with cowards
Now she calling up my phone (my phone)
Hit me every hour (hour)
Had to leave the bitch alone (alone)
Tired of hearing all her problems (problems)
Only focused on this cash, need five-hundred thousand
Only focused on this cash, ain't no way around it

If you ain't talking bout a profit then ain't no need to holler
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
You ain't talking bout a profit then ain't no need to holler
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars

[Curren$y:]
(Yeah, yeah, Eastside, Jet Life)
Orange shag carpet in my seventies style apartment
I stay on some fly art shit, Andy Warhol on my starship walls
Populated by the greatest, all my ladies in the latest
Porsche closed circuit racing
Toast to us cause we done made it
Major paper with no hating, that's what wins championships, baby
We sippin 'champ in here, baby
Lit like a lamp in here, baby
I'm on my mill, on my mill like a stamp in here, baby
I'm like a snail, like a snail, how I craw on the pavement
A 64 on Daytons with them funky oldies playing
Hit the switch and raise it, hit the switch again and lay it
All day, all night, outside living life
You fools just living lies, stay inside, motherfucker

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
If you ain't talking bout a profit then ain't no need to holler
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
You ain't talking bout a profit then ain't no need to holler
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars

[Young Roddy:]
I used to be broke as a joke, had to figure it out
Yeah, either they locking us up or they kicking us out
Yeah, I really know niggas who really had work in the drought, whoa
I used to play king of the hill, now I'm king of the South, uh
Promise to God I won't tell on my brothers
Them niggas snitching, got me switching my number
The ghetto told us that the world don't love us
I'm deep in that pussy, she tell me I'm cumming
I'm coming only if they talking bout money
I'm from the bottom where the weather not sunny
I'm talking bloody money all in the luggage
They claiming they real, but don't keep it a hundred
Yeah, them thirsty bitches go fuck whoever with the money (money)
From a hood where them niggas be hustling Sunday to Sunday (Sunday)
Way back in the G, I used to sell out of the Cutlass (Cutlass)
They counted me out, but I told them we'd make it out one day

If you ain't talking bout a profit then ain't no need to holler
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
You ain't talking bout a profit then ain't no need to holler
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
I'm still coolie in the cut, want the money and the power
I be smoking on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars

done

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